On a forest walk. Poetry from the pen of

~The Poet’s Poet~

It felt as though

The trees were

Stretching out

their arms, embracing

the visitor.


Singing songs of sunlight.

The crunch

as twigs snapped.

Sounds of the forest

Light on the ear.

The smell of early morning.

Damp to the touch

as we fingered wild flowers.

© Chris Black. January 2019

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